I actually always feel a little bad for my husband on Mother’s Day. Knowing him—I know he wants me to feel super special, spoiled, etc. But what can he or any man for that matter, ever say or do to truly make us women feel like what we know we are worth? Sure, we don’t feel like we are worth much many days as we plow through them, working—either at home or at an actual job. Doing life, caring for our kids by feeding them, clothing them, doing endless laundry, packing lunches, cleaning, cleaning, cleaning, prepping for spelling tests, signing folders, sending in snacks, reading with them every night, feeding them, playing with them, wiping them, cleaning up yet another spill, kissing another boo-boo, finding the oh so important missing accessory for a certain toy, brushing hair (BRUSHING HAIR!!! If you have lots of girls like me—you totally get this!), comforting them after a bad dream, answering endless random questions, being the social coordinator for everyone, doctor visits–planned and sick visits, ER trips, refereeing “heated fellowship” between them, disciplining them, discipling them, praying with and for them, bathing them, feeding them (not a typo–we are constantly feeding them!!), brushing their teeth, then, rocking and singing to them and tucking them in. And then wake up to do all of that again. Every. Day.

I used to get frustrated often times watching baseball games. If I ever saw a player not give his all for EVERY play, I would yell at him through my TV, telling him to HUSTLE! “Come on!” So aggravating as a former coach to see that. But, I’ve eased up a bit. Petersen used to play baseball. He was drafted by the San Francisco Giants and played in their farm league for two years, before he killed his shoulder and had to go to plan B and become an engineer. And, he reminded me of just HOW many games they played. And that though they get paid A LOT of money, it is still A LOT of games. Seriously—have you ever looked at a baseball schedule? So, if a player didn’t lay out for EVERY play, I gave him a break. Because my screams were really hurting their feelings…

But I think as Moms, we can get the same way. We LOVE our jobs. Best job in the world. But, day after day, year after year, sometimes we can lose the pep in our step. And it is OK. And, I am sure glad I don’t have some crazy lady yelling at me—”Hustle up, would ya? Hup hup hup!! Mop that floor with some more pep! Scrub that toilet like you mean it!! Put your back into it!! I don’t care if this is the best job ever—show it with some hustle and endless enthusiasm!!”

The picture I wanted. From 2013. Only took 6 tries to get this.

Here’s me losing it after a few attempts last year. Nice.

I loved seeing via Facebook the many different ways that my Mom friends celebrated their Mother’s Day. So many were out and about at brunches, parks, dinner, movies, etc. It put a HUGE smile on my face seeing them spoiled and loving every second. Me? Um, all I wanted to do was sleep. Is that bad? And, honestly, I just wanted to be alone. If you know me at all—you know I ADORE my children. ADORE them!! But when, I ask you—other than Mother’s Day OR if you are having a baby in the hospital do you get a “Get out of doing anything/everything for one day” card? …Maybe that is why we have five kids…for those two glorious days in the hospital of someone else taking care of me…hmmmm…

Ahhhh! Back on track. So, how can any husband make a Mom—either the Mother of their children or their Mom (now that they KNOW all that they did for them) feel like they should? Serious pressure. There is no breakfast that can make up for the hours and hours spent hovering over a toilet puking our guts out while we were pregnant. No piece of jewelry that can EVER amount to the PAIN of childbirth. What’s that—a 10 carat diamond? Can I remind you that an ENTIRE baby came OUT of me!?! Big bouquet of flowers? Awwww, those are pretty, but they cannot make up for the buckets of tears that we Moms have cried over our children. Either the agony of waiting while trying to get pregnant, the hormonal tears DURING pregnancy, the abundant tears of losing our baby while developing, the tears of joy at their birth, or the years and years of tears to come. Either from realizing JUST how hard this job is—or crying with our kids when they are hurt. Nothing. There is NO THING in this world that can or could ever be an adequate gift for any Mom. But, can I say. We sure do appreciate your attempts.

Hearing the muffled giggles of my children Sunday morning was priceless and their squeals of delight when they “surprised” me with breakfast in bed were perfect. Oooohing and aahhhhing over their homemade Mother’s Day creations brought ginormous smiles to their precious faces. Telling me OVER and OVER how I didn’t have to help with ANYTHING was darling. They were SO serious about that in fact—that they even opened my gifts for me.

So, no matter what your Mother’s Day looked like—either out and about, or more like mine (lots of sleeping and napping), I hope you were blessed and honored. As I think we ALL know just how blessed we are to be called Mothers.

Blessings Sweet Mamas.

xo, Lori

The only Mother’s Day picture I took this year. Our sweet blessing #5, Sarah Noelle. Sleepy baby and Happy Mommy.